By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.

A series of rumors about my attitude, as well as derogatory remarks about myself and my family showed me that the personal resentment of the Detroit general manager toward me would make it impossible for me to continue playing hockey in Detroit.

I watch a lot of hockey. There are some good hockey players and there are some awfully stupid hockey players.

It's been crazy. I never knew that after going away for six years with the goal of playing professional hockey somewhere that I'd end up 20 minutes away from the place I played when I was growing up.

Be the best, not necessarily the original.

I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.